Your cold hands spread winter
Beneath the layers of my skin..
Dressing unfurled limbs with ice
That once were decorated
With vibrant, rich spurts of life.
Tears falling from emerald marred clouds
Thaw the frost and dent the snow
Relinquishing your hold, fading it
Like the blur of winter to spring
And no less welcomed.
No artifacts or evidence of your arrival
Your remnants buried deep
Toiled and sunken in the soil
And up from the muddied wounds
Sprouts stronger roots and deeper colors.
It has come to this
A serene picture with a mended frame
With new life fresh on every breath
And you're the only one
Who has lost anything.
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The line I like the most is the title, it lured me in. The second stanza begins with a cliche' (tears-clouds) and while I like "dent the snow" the rest loses me in an abstraction. Just not sure the metaphor is as clear as it could be.
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I think that was sad and beautiful. Your ending lines gave me goosebumps...And you're the only one who has lost anything....Perfect ending.
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